This brought tears to my eyes. In all my wanderings — here and in China — with people from all over the world, all different faiths — those who have sought my friendship with the most sincerity and in whose company I have often felt the most at home and the most free have been Muslims. I have a lot of stories about these experiences which someday might show up on Word Press. No prompt has “prompted” them yet. One was almost 30 years ago and I was teaching a bunch of young men from Saudi Airline. We were friends as well as teacher/student. Ramadan came. It’s not easy to go to school in the heat of the day and not feel thirsty. Of course, being not Moslem I didn’t have to think about it, but one afternoon I went to the drinking fountain and one of my students pulled me back, “Teacher, no!” and then he blushed. “I’m sorry. I forgot.” I felt I’d just been given a big gift of love from that student who had forgotten I was his American teacher and who saw only a friend he wanted to protect from bad things.